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I’m starting to feel dizzy. My senses are disappearing one by one – sight, smell, touch... And then, there’s this sort of odd, indescribable feeling. As if my body is vanishing, but my mind is still there. Like I’m blacking out… but at the same time, I know I’m still awake and most definitely conscious.

The first thing to return is my ability to breathe. I always have to go through this pained gasp, my lungs aching and burning due to lack of air, as if I had been holding my breath for ages. That’s a good sign, though; that’s when I know I can open my eyes. When I do, I always have to blink a couple of times; even after this long, I have to get used to the change of perspective, how the colors look so different, so much more detailed, and how my vision is infinitely more precise than my regular human sight. As usual, the first thing I see is a familiar figure in the mirror: gorgeous, silver scales on the entire body, the whole chest-and-belly area being a slightly lighter color, as well as being softer – as soft as actual human skin, in fact.

Horns sprouting out of the skull, their onyx color so dark it seems to absorb light. They’re tough... So tough they can tear through concrete with ease. I've tried and even though it's a bit dazing, it's actually freakin' amazing.

Then comes the face: deep, flamboyant emerald eyes, a sea of green you can easily get lost into. Soft, pretty and clearly defined feminine traits, like a woman who spent hours on her make-up. Then the nose – or muzzle, rather. That cute snout pushing forward, the bony structure elongated and ending into a pointed, beak-like tip, the two wide nostrils allowing for ample breathing. Right below it, the maw: where you can find the rows of sharp, killer teeth. They could grind a bone into dust in a matter of seconds. And yet, behind all that deadly pointiness, a long and springy pointed tongue, capable of rolling out a solid foot out of the mouth. It’s warm and squishy… almost comfortingly so.

Lower down the body, on the chest, rest two pert little breasts. Average in size – something like C-cups, I was told – but round, full and with just the right amount of give. Massaging them feels… much better than I would admit. The nipples are the most sensitive area, of course, their black color contrasting with the torso’s pale, silver-white hue. They’re round, cute little cherry nubs, and goddamn are they a weak spot when I get horny. As for the arms, they’re thin, but sturdy. They may look squishy, but the hint of muscle they show immediately becomes much more visible at the slightest flex. Besides! Even if they might not look like it, they're very, very dangerous. The perks of being a dragon, I suppose. The hands are supple and dainty, ending in dexterous fingers that can make a person melt, and yet powerful enough to choke the life out of them. The nails are sharp and pointy – they’re more claws than nails, to be honest. They can scratch, tear and most definitely stab through pretty much anything that’s the slightest bit soft, and can make a dent in a handful of harder materials. Not as strong as the horns up top ut not to be underestimated!

Lower down the body still, past the fit, visible abs, and the narrow waist, sprouts the tail – just above the butt, the thick base pops out and the appendage goes on and on, probably about four feet long and ending in a pointed tip. Despite being fairly wide and looking almost sluggish, it moves surprisingly fast, and hurts just as hard. Back to the butt – plush, supple, a peach-shaped bubbly pair of cushions. It looks just as amazing as it feels. Past the bum, and the… privates, the legs stretch out, with thick thighs wide enough to wobble from a slap, and bending over around the knee… the lower legs aren’t human. The structure is different, ending in digitigrade claws. It’s really weird and difficult to keep balance with these, but they’re strong, and they do their job amazingly well. They’re springy, too, and it’s incredible how high you can jump with these.

This body… It's mine. It always feels weird to look at myself in the mirror after I open my eyes, how it feels to move it around, especially the tail. You wouldn’t believe how many times I fell, the first time. So much for it helping with balance, right? Anyway...

For some reason, no matter how many times I’ve done it, my crotch always feels on fire. And it’s so hard to get used to it. It's like I've been keeping away from touching myself for a fucking year or something. It doesn’t help that there’s always this compelling need for relief coming with it. I can’t help it… and every single time, the first thing I do after recovering my senses enough to move correctly is sit on my bed and stuff my fingers into my wet pussy until I cum at least… two times? Three? It’s a bit hard to keep track of it sometimes because it feels so good I swear it’s like I’m passing out. The very first time, I was more than a little bit scared, to put those claws anywhere near my insides, but... maybe it's because I'm a dragon, but it didn't feel bad at all; hell, if anything, it enhanced the experience, for some reason.

When I’m done, I always feel so much better. Refreshed, relieved, clear-minded, and able to take over the world by myself. And considering what’s waiting for me… I definitely could use it.

The night streets are as busy as ever; that’s how it is downtown. I can feel the innumerable stares at my body – and who could I blame? This kind of reaction is exactly why I am dressed like I am now. If only they knew the truth…

Humans and anthros have been coexisting for as long as civilization has existed. It’s less common to see actual dogs, cats, or other kinds of pets outside than humanoids that look like animals. But… nobody’s ever heard of somebody who’s been both. You guessed it: that’s me. Whether it’s in admiration, or lust, that’s what all the people are looking at right now: a sexy, womanly dragoness dressed like an escort confidently strutting through the streets, her scales shining under the neon lights. But in there… Down there, under the costume, there’s a boring, shy human guy who’s uncomfortable with his body. Yup, that’s my story. It actually started a month ago, when I received a mysterious package… but that’s a story for another time.